Day stretches into evening
What was clear and bright
Becomes dark and uncertain
Doubt plays at the corner
Like an old man with a cane
Tripping passersby for fun
Movement in the shadows
A thief or a savior
Who is really sure
“A penny for your thoughts”
The old man cries out
Oh this game he plays
My hands find empty pockets
But he knows my thoughts anyway
This shadow thief
